You know I just can't quit it
Trying to make you get it
But I won't beg you to admit it
The future kids will tease you when you're gone
Cause you ain't lived it
And you won't
Yet you're still the cynic
Don't hide from the stories given to you
A forecast of down-pouring information
But the dial's turned to static
Your gray scale gaze, a habit
Glistening in full spectrum
The face you couldn't render
Marked, "return to sender"
I can see a cord that's gripping
Tighter on your neck
Don't tell me,
"Everything feels fine
I feel oh so divine"
If I said you're going in a loop
The ageless forming a ruse
Trapped in a time of black and white
Fever dream in an age of nuance
If I said you're going in a loop
The ageless forming a noose
You'd have no clue